Collette Reardon.....Cheri Oteri
Collette: Hi. I need to get someÖ prescriptions filled. Whereís Cliff?
Don: Uh, Cliffís at lunch. Iím Don. Wow, thatís a lot of prescriptions. Letís see what we have here. Percodan, 1000 mg, 500 count?
Collette: Boating accident. Bruised my arm. Dr. Randazo thought I just need to take some Bufferin. For the bruise. But I sensed a touch of bursitis, so, better safe thanówell, you know the rest.
Don: So, are you taking any other medications?
Collette: Well this morning I was feeling a little sluggish, so I popped a handful of Benzadrine, to get a jumpstart, you know, just a quick pick-me-up. I got errands.
Don: Thereís a new pick-me-up you could try. Itís called coffee.
Collette: HA HA!
Don: Iím serious. All right, you also need a gallon jar of powdered Dilaudid?
Collette: Per Dr. Doug Yoshiki. My ear, nose and throat guy.
Don: You know, you gotta be careful with that stuff. Itís like powdered heroin.
Collette: Tell me about it. Iím diabetic.
Don: It says to inject 500 mg 12 times a day? Are you sure thatís a correct dosage?
Collette: Funny story. Dr. Swicklis got me on Darvan and Demorol. Fine. Dr. Aku has me on Tritescaline, Prozac and Thiazine.
Don: Thiazine the steroid?
Collette: Let me finish, Don. Long story short, Iím late for my hairdresserís funeral, I cut across the lawn, slip on a fresh crap, and voila! Guess who bruised two fingers?
Don: Collette ReardonÖ
Collette: Thatís me! So thereís that, on top of the grief, well, you must imagine how depressed I was, luckily I find five tabs of lithium at the bottom of my purse, but Mashigian, my OB/GYN, says I probably shouldnít mix prescriptions on account of the drinking, Don. So what he suggests? The Dilaudid. Surprise!
Don: Big surprise. All right, next we have 65 mg phenobarbitolÖ
Collette: The same one the Heavenís Gateís kids used.
Don: Hold the vodka.
Collette: HA HA!
Don: Iím serious. All right, this one says 1000 buttons of religious-quality peyote.
Collette: Dr. Steve Longshoe. Practices medicine on the reservation. Good kid. GOOD KID!
Don: Mrs. Reardon, Iím not sure your HMO carries peyote, Iím not sure we even carry peyote, but why donít you have a seat in our waiting area right over thereó
Collette: I know where it is, eye candy. Say, this may be the Benzedrine talking, but youíre a slice of man meat, and this prescription says take with food, huh?
Don: Hereís a Whitman sampler on the house, now please, wait over there.
Don: (on phone) Yes, Dr. Steve Longshoe, please. Uh, yes, doctor, I just wanted to check on a patient of yours, Collette Reardon?
Collette: Tell him I said hi, Don.
Don: (on phone) No, I didnít mean to suggest anything, Dr. Longshoe. Okay. Yeah. Just stay off the firewater. No, Iím serious.
Collette: (singing to herself) ďLittle ditty Ďbout Jack and Diane, two American kids living in the heartland.Ē
Don: All right, Mrs. Reardon, everything seems to check out. Here are your medications.
Collette: Thanks, Don. Ooo, I better take my pills and get to work. You gotta be in top form, Don, when youíre driving a schoolbus full of kindergarteners.
Don: You gotta be careful, Mrs. Reardon. You make Courtney Love look like Amy Grant.
Collette: HA HA! Don!
Don: Iím serious.
Submitted by: Robert Levy